I feel like I stand on the edge of an endlessly extending precipice, a long line of people on either side of me, fading off into the distance.

The cold wind from space pushes hard against the chest, freezing the heart.

Dark and nameless evil boils down below, waiting to leap past us.

A blind and shifting crowd pushes and jostles from behind...a population without number...sometimes clinging, and often delivering blows...trying to flail their way past us...tides of stampeding bodies rise and break against us, over and over.